The date

X and I went out on a date last Sunday. A date by my standards anyway. X's idea of sophistication is dinner at the surf club, wearing long jeans (though the Burleigh surf club does serve excellent seafood). I made reservations at the Omeros Bros restaurant on Marina Mirage. So even though he grumbled because this required him to wear a shirt with actual friggin' buttons and the price of one main meal could buy 100 kebabs or something, he loved me enough to put up with it anyway so I could actually put on my jewellery and perfume and heels for once.

The magnificent view of a sunset.

Unfortunately, I forgot to take pictures of the food. It probably meant for a more sophisticated palate, which I don't possess. I thought the fish (I got the snapper and he, the barramundi) both could have done with more seasoning/ heavier lemon butter gravy, but the flesh was undoubtedly fresh. The entree of Sweet Chilli Beef salad was okay; we both thought the sorbet was a nice end to the meal.

The Marina Mirage mall received a facelift sometime last year. I hadn't been there since 2006. There's a Max Brenner there!

My new Witchery stilettos (aren't the cut outs in the suede amazing?). I've developed a passion for pricy shoes, simply because I realised wearing shoddy footwear is somewhat self-esteem lowering. Of course, I'm horrendously shallow, so feel free to disagree with my philosophy.

"RAAAWRRR!" The abominable snowman terrorizes the little snowy town of Hermès Display Window.

Frog on motorbike. Ribbit.